Can I get a beurk beurk?

The only thing that makes mon mari shout “beurk” (translation: yuck) faster than my matinal green drink is a slice of pumpkin pie. I had the occasion to make two this past week. Does this world really need another pumpkin pie recipe? As much as I needed to eat an extra slice last night. So what is my take? With no condensed milk on hand, I improvised adding my personal French touch of creme fraiche. Additionally, freshly grated ginger lightens and brightens a classic reserved for the precious moments before a full-on food coma.